Who: Xander Harris and OPEN. What: The vampires decide to play with poor Xander. When: Evening. Where: Just outside of his construction site. Rating: TBD.
For the most part? Xander had been pretty good about getting out and about during the day and keeping in the hotel at night, as he didn't want to have to worry about any vampires chomping into that wonderfully tasty neck (according to him) of his. He clocked out of work at five, hit the streets for a little while, then got back to the hotel in good time. Because where there was sun, there was protection from all the creepy crawly things that liked to eat young men who didn't have special powers or skills in the defensive field. But something had happened this week that had thrown him entirely off track on his routine. He'd been putting together some walling on the second floor of the building that they had been working on when, for some strange reason, an entire load of plywood tipped off of the edge of the doorspace for the balcony that they were working on and completely destroyed the porch on the ground floor. Xander, naturally, was the one at fault, despite the fact that James was the idiot who had placed the wood there in the first place. In order to make up for the damages, he had to pull in extra time. Which meant that, yeah, getting him before dark? Not gonna happen.
He'd done all right for the most of the week. He'd haul ass in order to get back to the Hyperion, and then he'd be good until the next day. The hauling ass part was never fun, but he had to do what he had to do when his work was involved -- especially since he was planning on buying himself a car so that the hauling ass thing wouldn't be such a big issue. So now he was moving, hard hat tucked under one arm while the other clung onto the jacket that he'd carried with him to the site that morning. He quickly moved his way down one of the sidewalks, doing his best to avoid anything suspicious looking as he walked. He'd kept to the crowds for the most part, but they were quick to thin out in the downtown area that he'd been assigned to.
And, of course, that left plenty of opportunity for the vampires to come creeping up on him. Three vampires versus one anxious Xander. They'd popped out of nowhere with twisted grins edged onto their faces and Xander nearly shrieked with fright when they leapt out in front of him. He stepped back and eyed the three, his eyes taking in their deformed faces and menacing grins as they advanced in his direction.
"Hey, now," Xander started, raising the jacket ridden hand in front of him, "there's no need to go and pick on little old me. I'm not that tasty, I promise."
Like they cared. One pounced forward and Xander hurled his construction hat at him, hitting him upside the head. It caused him to stumble back, if anything, but it wasn't enough to stop a vampire. Wrenching out a stake from his jacket, Xander turned on his heel and started to dash off in the opposite direction, knowing that he'd have to split them up if he wanted to actually be able to take them down. He couldn't fight three at once. That was just stupid. And insane. But then again? Xander couldn't exactly outrun them either.
A pair of hands grabbed at him from behind and, before he knew it, he was tumbling down onto the pavement, his chin slamming into the ground from the brute force of the attacking monsters. Rolling onto his back, Xander flipped the stake up in front of him and started scrambling back onto his feet. The vampires began to laugh.
Then the leader stepped forward. A female. She was pretty as hell, even with the bumpy forehead (seriously Xander, stop letting the monsters turn you on), but she had a knife. And that? It wasn't so pretty. Xander attempted to thrust the stake into her as she threw herself at him, but his arm was easily shoved aside and the knife was quickly placed at the base of his throat.
Xander couldn't help but gulp. "This isn't necessary...I mean, can't we all just be friends?" Probably not.